What a ‘POSE’R, haha, jk jk jk
Brie Moreno and Kellie Hogan collaborated, Inez and Vinoodh-style, to create this photoshoot for your viewing pleasure
Check out the rest of the photos here, and prepare to contemplate changing your desktop background!
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a little behind the scenes look at today’s photo shoot!
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Wardy and The Biebz. I love both of these men in very different ways. M. Ward is an extremely talented guitarist, singer and songwriter with eight solo albums, one album with Monsters of Folk, three with She & Him, and a plethora of writing and producing credits. Bottom Line: he’s perfect in every single way.
Everybody knows about J-Biebz. And I think THAT very fact is why he (well it’s not him but it’s clearly supposed to be) is the star of M. Ward’s new video. (“There is a singer everyone knows/He makes round with the late night shows”).
Here is the video for “Me and My Shadow”, the first video from M. Ward’s latest album A Wasteland Companion (Merge; 2012).
Watch it because it’s the point of this here damn article.
The song on its own is great. The title is an ode to the classic song of the same name, made popular by Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. in which Ol’ Blue Eyes sings, “Me and my shadow/We’re closer than smog when it clings to L.A./We’re closer than Bobby is to J.F.K/Not a soul can bust this team in two/We stick together like glue”. However, Ward’s lyrics are of a different sort of person-shadow relationship. He talks about Bieber as if he’s an illusion. (To clarify I don’t think the song is actually about Bieber or actually anyone in particular).
What the hell is this? Is Not-Bieber’s “shadow” his psycho manager? Does his hat say ”Swagger”? Is it not totally obvious that M. Ward had nothing to do with this video, and that some dude named Scott Jacobson (who wrote for John Stuart and Bob’s Burger’s) directed it instead?
I think the video is just supposed to be a funny interpretation of the story in M. Ward’s lyrics, which - knowing Matt as well as I do - is probably much deeper and more poetic than a Justin Bieber analogy could ever be.
So he was just trying something new. I’ll cut him some slack. But this video is a total fail.
Someone in the Youtube comments suggested it may work better with an LMFAO song. ‘Nuff said.
- Kellie Hogan, Creative Director
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For the sake of journalism, I painted my nails 5 times this week. I did it because I love you, and because I love me, of course. I’m a nail polish junkie, and I find power in having brightly colored freaky finger nails. Although, there were several moments on the bus when I could feel people starring at my nails, and it took a lot of inner strength to feel strong and beautiful despite the judgmental nail nudists.
Illuminate the streets with these green-on-green Illuminati power nails! If you walk around with your nails like this, I guarantee award winning author Dan Brown will find you and whisper the Illuminati secret password in your ear.
#classy #art #dance #vintage #fab #glam #indie
Don’t try this at home kids. As you can see, it looks like shit. These ‘plaid’ nails gave me more pain than pleasure, and the only way I could make them look halfway decent was to have them pose with a fresh-baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookie.
No Foul Language? Fuck that. No Alcohol? lol im drunk right now. No Vehicles? Yeah I can’t afford a car, I ride the bus like a true covergirl. No Loitering? I’m literally always loitering. I was even loitering while I took this photo at a pre-school. I remember watching the little ones playing on the jungle gym, and there was this one kid who was just laying on his back in the sand, gently waving a stick in the air overhead. Hahah, what a champ.
If you look closely, these ruby red nails have a blue-glitter fringe. They don’t call me Kellie “Kindergarten Vogue” Hogan for nothing. Here’s my number so call me maybe.
When I worked at Chic-fil-A this summer, I wasn’t allowed to wear nail polish at all, so this fall I went TO TOWN. Solid pink nails, neon orange nails, glittery blue nails: basic bitches wear that shit so I don’t even bother. It’s all about the bi-coloured triangle nail. Banana death-grip. I got the swag, and it’s pumpin’ out my ovaries.
- Kellie Hogan
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kellie hogan: chapter 1 of my new novel, working title: 'Three Quarters'
Look what inconnu’s creative director kellie hogan wrote!!
You can check out some more of her writing in our debut issue.
Pay Attention.
Before the counter, standing tall in a black outfit pulled together by threads of tenacity, was Carl Marks. And marked indeed he was.
“Hikiko.”
“Hi,” She said. She wanted to say how sorry she was; wanted to apologize for her feelings. She thought about the similar ways…
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➜Around 2:30am McGill’s live-in nanny, Pistol, came home wearing a New York Knicks hat and an orange parka that made him look like an oil refiner, she thought. McGill was half-awake; enough to make observations but not enough to speak her thoughts aloud. Pistol touched McGill’s left hand gently and placed it into his right hand. With his left hand he lifted his Knicks hat by the brim and shook out his hair, making sure it reached it’s full fluff potential. Pistol placed his Knicks hat back onto his head. He tugged McGill by the arm, lifting her up off the futon. She, now standing up quite close to his face, blinked very slowly and smiled lazily, implying sleepiness. Pistol sat down on the floor and opened his laptop, a blue glow pouring onto his unshaven, masculine face. Pistol and McGill lay down side-by-side on their stomaches, naming African countries on Sporcle. “Sporcle is so darling”, McGill said in her slow, sweet, southern drawl.
Excerpt from the short story “Post-It World Tour” to be featured in debut issue!
